"Tristaaan!!! Get out right now!!!" Evan shouted again. "Otherwise, I'll mess up your house again!!!"
"Hey, is that how you go to other people's houses, Evan?" Tristan's voice came from inside the house, accompanied by a mechanical sound and metal scraping against each other. "Isn't that rude?"
"Huh, you're the one who's prepared for war by putting your men in the yard, right?
Tristan finally came out of the house. This time he was wearing metallic red armor. He carried a long and giant sword. The armor he was wearing now looked slimmer than his previous bulkier armor.
"Originally, I wanted to take care of this myself, but it turned out to be impossible. Well, even if they lost, my scientists had time to activate this special armor." Tristan studied his armor. "Hopefully there won't be any scratches later. He'd be sad if his creation was a little scratched up."
